It was a warm summer evening on the golf course, and all twenty-nine of the community's dogs gathered for the Annual Lakes of Bent Tree Canine meeting. The Golden Retriever, who had somehow become party chairman despite never winning an election, called the meeting to order. "First order of business," he announced. "Who barked at the landscapers today?" Every dog raised a paw. The two Westies proudly bragged that they barked for 2 hours without a water break. The Miniature Pinscher claimed he had personally supervised the mowing operation from three different windows. The white Chihuahua explained that the landscapers were clearly suspicious because they were wearing hats. The Ausi-pom nodded seriously. "I counted six leaf blowers, two mowers, and one wheelbarrow." Everyone agreed this was valuable intelligence. The Sidewalk Sandblasting Crisis The conversation soon turned to the recent sidewalk sandblasting project. The Greyh...
